With that, she threw herself forward on the table, using her expensive little bag as a pillow.

Probably because she was panicked about what was in the bag, she adjusted the posture of her head several times and felt uncomfortable, so she simply took out a few lipsticks from the bag, patted the bag to make it flat, and then closed her eyes and pillowed with a look of enjoyment.

This position made her face just right at Naoki Natsume.

Because of the seat she had just been given, Amamiya Chizuru sat on the side near the hallway, Naoki Natsume on her right, and when she tilted her head, she could see a delicate sleeping face like a porcelain doll.

It's not the same as when Asai sleeps.

He thought to himself, if Asai sleeps like a cold, indifferent tanuki cat curled up in a corner and taking a nap, then Amamiya Chizuru is a ragdoll cat with a delicate feeling from head to toe lying at your feet.

"Ahhh~"

Naoki Natsume suddenly felt a sense of sleepiness all over his body, holding back his yawn, and a trace of numbness flashed all over his body.

Not only is yawning contagious, but watching others sleep can also make you sleepy.

Originally, he slept in a bed with Asai last night and didn't dare to move and stayed up all night, but now a little rich woman is lying next to him and soon falls asleep, and the professor's lecture on the podium is like listening to a book from the sky, and Naoki Natsume feels that he is about to die.

He kept nodding his head, knocking on the wooden fish like a little monk chanting, the tip of the pen in his hand clicked on the textbook, and the notes written down on the board book gradually scribbled and finally turned into ghost drawings, like a large ball of wool falling on the paper.

It's early summer in June, and it's been two months since Mao Asai came to the door.

The classroom was on the third floor, and the cicadas were chirping in the lush trees outside the window, and the light shone through the gaps in the leaves, falling on the bodies of the teenagers and girls with a dazzling dazzle, gilding the sleeping posture on their desks.

"Wake up," Naoki Natsume vaguely heard someone shouting, "Wake up." ”

"It's already in class, if you're sleepy, go home and sleep."

Naoki Natsume looked up blankly, the calculation paper stuck to his cheek because it had been pressed for too long.

It seemed that someone was standing in the corridor and shouting to himself, he rubbed his eyes, and when he saw that it was the professor who came down, his whole body was instantly refreshed.

"I'm sorry!" He realized that he actually fell asleep in class, and quickly apologized to the teacher: "I was too sleepy to stay up late last night." ”

Looking around the classroom, it should be the end of class, there are not many students in the classroom, and the others are either going to the toilet or going out to get some air.

Choosing this kind of time to call people shows that the professor also cares about the students' face and does not embarrass them in public.

"I remember you, the lad who was a full-time attendance every week." The professor was actually a little impressed by Naoki Natsume, because he was one of the few children who was extremely serious about learning: "You chose my class as an elective, right?" ”

Naoki Natsume nodded.

The professor glanced thoughtfully at Amamiya Chizuru beside Naoki Natsume.

Seeing this, Naoki Natsume quickly touched her arm, and the little rich woman also woke up and turned around.

It's just that the two of them don't dare to compliment, one sleeps and sleeps so much that he draws his notebook, and the calculation paper is still glued to his face just now; The other is even more exaggerated, the eldest lady's sleeping appearance is a little contrasting and cute, the eyes on the bones that have just woken up are hazy, and a wisp of green silk sticks to the corner of her mouth with a dazed expression, which is very cute.

The most conspicuous thing is the mark on her face, there will be some inlaid decorative objects on the purse, such as small silver jewelry, etc., which have left eye-catching red marks on her face after lying on her stomach for a long time.

"Rest early at night, staying up late every day at a young age will burn out your body."

The professor did not mean to go further, but gave the young man a meaningful look and left.

He was willing to give this hard-working student a chance...... What teacher doesn't like motivated and hard-working students?

As for Amamiya Chizuru.

A leader in the teaching office greeted him, and the daughter of the Amamiya family had to take special care of him.

Seeing the professor go away, Amamiya Chizuru turned his head to look at Naoki Natsume, and his hazy eyes regained some wisdom.

Naoki Natsume looked at the hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, and thought it was cute, and wanted to brush her gently but felt too frivolous, so he subconsciously wiped the corner of his mouth.

"You're on your lips."

Amamiya Chizuru pursed her lips, took out the small mirror in her bag and began to tidy up her appearance.

"I'm sorry, I'm asleep too."

"It's okay, we didn't sleep last night, I'm so sleepy that I can expect you to be more energetic? Miss Ben has a lot and understands it. ”

Amamiya Chizuru said casually, then put the small mirror in her purse and stretched.

Naoki Natsume thought in his heart when he heard this, this guy's character is indeed rare, and it seems that it is rare to see vexatious situations in her.

Is this the moment of sensity at 9 o'clock of understanding?

But if you think she has a good temper, she will suffer a big loss, and Shirai is a good example.

"Hmm!"

The little rich woman raised her right hand high, and her left hand tightly grasped the wrist of her right hand and broke it back, stretching her waist very refreshingly.

Naoki Natsume's original gaze stayed on her, and as she stretched her waist, a ray of light actually shone on his face!

Today, Amamiya Chizuru is wearing short sleeves.

In the summer, girls wear short sleeves, which is actually a little bad, if the cuffs are too big, they are easy to go out.

For example, at this moment, Amamiya Chizuru.

And just as she was stretching her waist, the cuffs of her dress designed in the shape of a trumpet flower accompanied her movements, making Natsume's gaze focus unconsciously.

It is instinct to look at the first glance, and it is the quality to look at it alone.

But it would be an exaggeration to look directly through the sight - he actually looked through the cuff on the right side of Chizuru Amamiya, and through the cuff on the left, he saw the green trees outside the window opposite!

The light of junior high school knowledge can be reversed, and a ray of sunlight goes upstream, converging into a flash of light on his eyebrows.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

If he just accidentally glanced at the spring, he wouldn't be as stunned as he is now.

After all, after so many years of schooling, it is inevitable that there will be an embarrassing situation of accidentally catching a glimpse of underwear when a girl is condescending or when a girl is bending over.

But the problem is that today he ...... He didn't even see his underwear!

As the youngest lingerie designer in Tokyo, he secretly wondered if Chizuru Amamiya would wear his own creations, right?

But the truth is that not only did she not wear her own, she didn't wear anyone's.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his shocked look at the gods, Amamiya Chizuru frowned slightly and asked, "Isn't it just that I was caught sleeping by the teacher, I said I don't blame you." ”

The miracle flashed by, and it was no longer visible.

Seriously calculated, this is the first time Naoki Natsume has seen the real thing outside the cold screen...... Although it is as small as a mustard seed, no matter how small the problem is, there is a key point that can be deeply corrected.

Not to mention two questions.

So I don't know if it's because my brain is pumping or what, Naoki Natsume actually has a moment of seriousness.

"Thank you for your hospitality." There was a hint of respect in the tone.

Amamiya Chizuru: "? ”